Luyện nghe bài hát Gimmie One

Gilla House, take it the top like this ***

Yo, Redman In Business' like EPM
D I drive, I gotta TV 'em
I tour New York down, so B.B. 'em
Found my way back like E.T. finger

I the arena, you know the drill
Get high, get drunk, a *** and chill
Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more
Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no

Doc get five on the mic Joe Jackson
*** feelinme for my accent
Talk like a boss, I complain
I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James

I got City, even D.C. ***
all steal for me outta P.C. Riches
I move like a pimp, but I'm far one
Like Lil' Weez, I got army guns, 1, ***

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And here the 3 to the 2 and 1
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And here the 3 to the 2 and 1
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Yo, if you don't like me, *** you, I flex one
Doc got more effects than Fu Hustle
I'm uptown, the perk
Lookin cut clean, jeans, designer shirt

Redman fell off, what the talks
I wasn't lettin y'all swim when the was out
Rollin red carpet out, it's
Me and em together is like Lil' and Big Percy

I women from high school that picked on me
Now I see em, they all lick on me
I hood homie, rock like Bon Jovi
I can work the nightshift like he, Brian

Brick City boy, my is on fire
Disagree, I go in your mouth Botox
up Pete Rock, ***, we all cool
Hit the highway and ask, is the CL ***

1 and here the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)

And comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)

And here the 2 to the 3 and 4
And comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)
And here the 2 to the 3 and

Yo, your style be Parkay, but mine butter
*** can't break no bread, then why *** her?
I'm kinda cocky homeboy, did I
I pop the cord on my mother

I jumped out the womb, I became a
That's hard to harpoon, I more room
The hood love me, so I keep it real
I got handsome, but my flow is ugly

Turn the treble out the track and jet
The lines in my rhyme is than Ikea
I stay on my grind, but I come up with an Idea
The year, is party over

It's 5 I disappeared, but I'm back
And tell Brown and em that I'm crack
Grab my bozack, middle is up
I got grandma givin it up, gimmie 1, ***

1 and here the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)

And comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)

And here the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)
And comes the 2 to the 3 and 4